Lyrics:
Brother and Fly: locked up
So I downed the Bird that was still in my cup
Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail
'Cause my trip was to home, not
Jack Nick.
More rapid than the Celtics these Lakers they came
He screamed like a mad man and called them by name:
“Now Magic, now Worthy, now Scott,
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
me
Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
I count money like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task force jack me
The story's been
In my home town for anyone who sticks around
You're either lost or you're found
There's not much in between
In my home town everything's still
put there for
Cameo flag fly on the back of my truck (Yeee)
Middle finger up in the air to all my hater
Fuck what y'all got to said redneck take over
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
and shivering against the cold rain. Often, as we passed through towns, I saw men and women digging in the ruins of their homes for something they might still
Go on then kiss my black foot, go on then
Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard
Man are looking for me and my mates
After I’m done with pumping
the window
looking through the peep hole
Higher than a satellite for maps on your cell phone
Im paranoid every where I go
Number 6 stay with the stick
Like
judged by the skin tone, until i bust loose
In the booth with a fuse lit, that's when their mood switch
"Damn, this white boy got a sick flow,
The wordplay
devilish deeds
I mean activities, that just show, that it's a Hell
For Jacks, independent, but you distributed by your masters
Labels still a slave, but
a white-man drug, not for us"
I said, "a'ight, man, love, still I be"
(Lifting off) in the limelight, indication dazed
Shrooms had my mouth dry looking for
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
Now listen to me well, son
Milky-White must be taken to market
Mother, no, he's the best cow in the world!
Was
She has been dry for weeks now
It's been a long day at work
Jack's looking at the clock
wiping the sweat off his brow
He's getting the feeling
while his heart is healing
He's gonna
It's been a long day at work
Jack's looking at the clock
wiping the sweat off his brow
He's getting the feeling
while his heart is healing
He's gonna
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
old school down in delray) (summer time)
c'mon and take me home (delray)
mike p y'all
southern rock for ya
rudeboy
oh lord don't let me get my
words, "Send for the law," uh
Two words, Freeway, slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in your artist, leave with his broad
Red, white blue,
Sipping, smoking, stacking, drowning
Chains on my neck got me going down
Pocket rocket got the fifty around town
Sniffing white got him looking like
get this pudding
Ray Allen from the corner
Oh shit we getting warmer
Cool off, drink water
Getting pie, Jack Horner
Jack black, rat pack
Soundtrack for
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
or trip when you see the lights
cause they can tell you're nervous just by looking in your eyes
in H-Town the business in booming
but it won't last long if
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